[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Silent Melody

Music can be as deadly as it is pleasurable
Each note can mean carnage unmeasurable

We never know what we hit in frequency
An instrument out the window for the wrong sequencing

At the same time we are all so eager
To present out melodies to jealousy's most seething

We babble it out because we cannot help it
We can't get our plans back from musicians so selfish

For if we are silent, they know not our melody
When the time comes, our victory will be in surprising

So you see what the commotion leads up to
You are stripped bare and walk in broken instruments

Silence is best 'music', as such
Have you already said too much?